"Hands behind your head, don't move, don't move, we'll shoot!"
"Hey, buddy, buddy, calm down, calm down!"
...
Several policemen, filled with fear and unease, raised their guns and aimed at Xu Zhengyang, who had turned his head. His face was covered in blood, making it black, and his fierce and ferocious expression, combined with his inhuman strength and skill, made him look like a devil who had walked out of hell.
In particular, Xu Zhengyang, in a fit of rage, turned around and walked towards the policeman who had his gun pointed at him.
"My lord! Calm down, calm down!" Su Peng hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
"Sir, what do you need us to do? Just tell us, just tell us, we'll do it, we'll do it!" Wang Yonggan pleaded urgently, his voice trembling with tears.
Xu Zhengyang, whose hearing had gradually returned, could hear the police officers' warnings. At the same time, he listened to the two ghost messengers' advice. Reason finally overcame the anger that had been vented, and he stopped and stared coldly at the police officers opposite him.
His black trench coat was torn, and his back was ripped into a tattered net by metal shards and glass fragments from the explosion, revealing bleeding muscles; his dark blue jeans were also torn all over the back; his hands were cut in several places, some of his own and some of the guy whose chest had been pierced.
Because he was crouching with his head down, he wasn't injured on his head or neck during the explosion. However, the huge shockwave caused him to fall to the ground, scraping his face and leaving bruises, bloodstains, and dirt, making his injuries appear quite severe.
Finally, Xu Zhengyang raised his arms slightly at his sides, palms outstretched forward; he wouldn't raise his hands.
But the attitude is already very clear.
The police officers, who had been tense and holding their guns, relaxed a little, exchanged glances, and then slowly walked towards Xu Zhengyang.
Xu Zhengyang's ferocious expression faded, replaced by a terrifying calm.
In his mind, he sternly ordered, "Torture these four ghosts severely until their souls are scattered! No, leave one alive! Find out who gave the order."
"Yes, sir!"
Wang Yonggan and Su Peng immediately knelt down on one knee in front of him to receive the order.
Normally, they wouldn't need to kneel, but now they were genuinely afraid of their boss, who was in a very bad mood.
The police officers felt that the distance of just over ten meters was far too close, so close that they could walk right up to this devil in one step.
Unfortunately, due to their duties, they had no choice but to go in.
Standing a little over two meters away from Xu Zhengyang, the police leader pulled out handcuffs but hesitated. He worried that handcuffing this devil might provoke his rage.
Xu Zhengyang's calm voice rang in their ears: "No need to handcuff me, I'll go with you."
They weren't speaking English.
However, the police officers understood perfectly, because the sentence did not enter their minds through hearing, but was a direct mental instruction.
Xu Zhengyang took a step forward, saying, "Don't be nervous. Remember to testify for me that I acted in self-defense!"
Just like getting into his own driver's car, Xu Zhengyang calmly walked towards the police car, and with several gun barrels aimed at him, he opened the car door and got into the police car.
Several police officers were sweating profusely, thinking to themselves: "Brother, this is self-defense! You can't do this!"
Does that mean that martial arts masters can do this when it comes to legitimate self-defense in your country?
It seems the ancient "kung fu" of that so-called great Eastern power is truly... incomparably awesome. Goodness, people say their country values humility, modesty, and seclusion. If these reclusive powerhouses were to participate in competitions, well, no matter what the competition, the medals would be theirs. Various sporting events around the world would have to put their country on the list of countries banned from participating.
Little did they know that Xu Zhengyang was the only pervert in the entire world.
At this time, Ding Changri, Chen Hanzhe, and the driver of the car following behind who were seriously injured by the explosion, as well as Ding Changri's mistress and another driver, had been sent to the hospital; another bodyguard had his throat cut by shards of glass from the explosion, his face was also encroached upon by many fragments, and his chest was blown apart. Like the driver in Xu Zhengyang's car, he died on the spot.
Volume 5, Spirit Official, Chapter 282: Tensions Between All Parties
Things have blown up.
The explosion occurred at a wide intersection. Although it was past 11 p.m., there was still a lot of traffic and pedestrians in this bustling, modern urban center. The explosion resulted in three deaths at the scene, five serious injuries, one death after being taken to the hospital, two critically injured, and more than a dozen minor injuries. The explosion also totaled two cars and damaged six other cars to varying degrees.
This was enough to embarrass the Vancouver police and government departments, especially since the criminals were escorted by police cars and were extremely arrogant.
However, this wasn't chaotic enough. Enraged, Xu Zhengyang, wounded, pursued the suspects alone. When the suspects opened fire and his life was threatened, he suddenly turned on them, killing four suspects... What's terrifying is that the deaths of the four thugs were... truly gruesome and horrifying.
What should the Vancouver police do?
This is a highly free and democratic country with a high degree of freedom of information and speech. There were many witnesses at the time of the incident, and it's impossible to suppress the news. Moreover, Xu Zhengyang's identity is special and very sensitive; and the other seriously injured person, Ding Changri, also has an unusual identity. Both countries have been greatly affected diplomatically because of Ding Changri's fate.
What should we do? How can we explain this to them?
Therefore, regardless of the country or level, those who can become officials and leaders have a much faster reaction speed and better ability to handle affairs than ordinary people.
After the incident, Xu Zhengyang was not taken directly to the police station, but was first sent to the hospital.
Judging from appearances, Xu Zhengyang's injuries were quite severe!
After Xu Zhengyang was admitted to the hospital, all the police officers who accompanied him were transferred and replaced by several important leaders from the police station, especially the police chief who personally went to the hospital; several leaders from the municipal government's foreign affairs department and the National Security Bureau also arrived. They found a temporary office in the hospital and held a brief group meeting to decide how to handle the public opinion caused by this incident.
So, around 4 a.m. that night, a police spokesperson announced to reporters waiting at the hospital that the victim who was seriously injured while chasing the rioter and accidentally killed the rioter had died from his injuries and excessive bleeding.
Actually, this news could easily have been kept secret.
When Xu Zhengyang suddenly went on his killing spree, he was directly injured in the explosion. His clothes were tattered, covered in blood, and his face was filthy, making it impossible for witnesses to clearly see his appearance. The police officers who took him to the hospital were also unaware of his special identity. After arriving at the hospital, several quick-thinking police leaders promptly transferred them away. Therefore, once Xu Zhengyang washed his face, changed his clothes, and emerged, neither the witnesses nor the police officers would likely have recognized him.
How could the doctors in the hospital know which one was Xu Zhengyang and which one was the superhero who killed the criminal?
One more person died despite all efforts to save them; and many more were injured.
As for Xu Zhengyang's fatal injuries, that's easier to explain. There was a huge explosion, and afterwards he engaged in strenuous activity, resulting in excessive bleeding and delayed treatment—it's understandable.
Of course, what is hard to understand is how this seriously injured person was able to unleash such terrifying power and kill four thugs in such an extremely cruel way.
There's no way to explain this; let the media and public opinion say whatever they want.
Even if they spark a new wave of "kung fu" craze, and fly to that great Eastern country to learn unparalleled martial arts and dream of becoming superheroes, it doesn't matter.
Anyway, the person is dead.
This isn't meant to smear them; it's simply the truth. Which country doesn't have some shady dealings that can't be brought to the forefront?
Moreover, everything is for the sake of the bigger picture.
...
This news quickly spread throughout China.
This is incredible!
Leaving aside the fury of the three powerful families of Li, Jiang, and Ye, and the profound disappointment of the mastermind behind the scenes that Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri were still alive; however, the government absolutely cannot turn a blind eye to this incident! The Ministry of Foreign Affairs urgently summoned the Canadian ambassador, lodging a strong protest and issuing a serious statement, urging the Canadian government to immediately investigate the case, bring the criminals to justice, and ensure the personal safety of Chinese citizens in Canada.
In addition, the Chinese ambassador to Canada personally visited Vancouver to express his condolences and sympathy to the injured Chinese citizens.
Inside the hospital, the police increased their presence to ensure the safety of Xu Zhengyang and his companions. They couldn't afford any more mistakes, as one of the embassy's security personnel had already died in the bombing.
The police knew perfectly well that this shooting and bombing was clearly targeted at Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri. Moreover, since the perpetrators dared to do such a thing in front of the police, it was not impossible for them to do something even more outrageous.
In a villa in Beijing, China.
The elderly man, well past sixty, who had just finished a phone call, was pacing back and forth in his study.
His face was cold, ruthless, and furious... He was cursing inwardly, "A bunch of idiots, useless trash! They're just scum who only know how to fight to the death. Can't they come up with a better, more perfect plan?" Close-range submachine gun fire and grenade attacks hadn't even killed him!
What is this if not stupid waste?
Sigh. Unprofessional people really can't be relied on!
After such a major incident, it would be virtually impossible for Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri to die in a foreign country. It's obvious that the Vancouver police have implemented the most stringent protection measures possible.
The phone rang again.
The elderly man, in a high position, walked to the table, glanced coldly at the caller ID, and then answered the call:
"explain……"
"It's all arranged. We'll spare no expense to keep them in Vancouver."
"Stop hiring those idiots to do things."
"Yes, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, the high-ranking official sat down on the sofa, leaning back wearily, gently rubbing his temples. He couldn't help but sigh, muttering to himself, "This son-in-law of the Li family is indeed extraordinary..."
Yes, no one can believe that a person's strength is enough to smash a person's skull and pierce their chest with a single punch.
How much force and speed would that require?
The old man thought it was too exaggerated and couldn't believe it.
However, there's no smoke without fire. Stripping away these exaggerated and unbelievable embellishments, Xu Zhengyang's formidable personal combat skills should not be underestimated. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to single-handedly kill four thugs after sustaining severe injuries.
It seems that the Li family started secretly cultivating such a freak a long time ago.
He is incredibly strong in both mind and physical strength, and most importantly, his identity is kept extremely secret.
pity……
This shrewd and experienced official, relying on his extraordinary intelligence and wisdom, made all these judgments wrong.
...
Vancouver Hospital.
Xu Zhengyang, wearing a hospital gown, walked out of the operating room.
That's right. It's something that comes from walking out.
For the doctors in the hospital, this injured man was probably someone they had never seen before. To say that his injuries were not serious would be unrealistic, as he had a total of twenty-one wounds of varying sizes, with more than ten pieces of glass and metal fragments embedded in his body due to the immense force of the explosion. Although none of them were deep, when Xu Zhengyang entered the operating room and lay on the operating table for surgery, his horrifying, bloodied body, along with those chilling metal fragments or pieces of plexiglass still stuck in his wounds, were clearly visible and could be easily pulled out.
To put it bluntly, none of these wounds are deep enough to cause damage to internal organs. To put it more lightly and dramatically, they are just external injuries.
Even so, the doctors and nurses could not believe that Xu Zhengyang, whose body was wrapped in bandages after the surgery, could have such a cold and calm conversation with the doctors and nurses, get off the operating table, and walk out like a normal person.
The police and government personnel guarding outside were also stunned. Was this even human?
When they recovered from their shock and crowded around Xu Zhengyang in the private ward he had been assigned, offering their condolences and apologies, Xu Zhengyang responded with a few polite but indifferent words before falling silent. At that moment, who would have thought that this young man with a special status shouldn't speak English? How did he communicate with us without a translator present?
When the police chief and a police sergeant who had questioned and spoken with Xu Zhengyang at the police station remembered this, a nurse came in and sincerely offered to give Xu Zhengyang an IV drip to prevent wound infection.
Xu Zhengyang didn't refuse. He calmly lay down on the hospital bed, closed his eyes, and seemed sleepy. He was tired and needed to rest.
He never expected that his act of lying down would make the nurses and several high-ranking officials in the room jump to their throats.
Keep in mind, his back was covered in surgical wounds, and he was lying down...
It hurts a lot.
Those inside couldn't help but gasp and feel a chill run down their spines, feeling sorry for Xu Zhengyang.
With his eyes closed, Xu Zhengyang asked in a cold voice in his mind:
Did you get the answer?